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The bell jingled softly, bringing a chill November draft with it. "Ah, there you are. I was hoping to catch you before the morning rush." "Morning rush?" came a dry reply, flour dusting the speaker's apron. "It's barely seven. You're early even for you." "Just thought I'd pop in. Saw Mrs. Gable's curtains drawn again this morning." A pause. "Yes, well. She's been... quiet. Since Mr. Gable's disappearance." "Quiet? Or hiding something? Her usual shopping list is missing the usual spice order. Felt odd yesterday." The voice lowered, leaning conspiratorially over the counter. "Heard she sold her car." The baker wiped hands on a cloth, eyes darting towards the back room. "People sell cars. Doesn't mean anything. Though... she did ask about the old shed key last week. Said she needed to 'clear some things out.'" The other leaned closer, voice barely above a whisper. "Things out, or things in? Think she might have... stored something there?" A heavy sigh. "Dunno. Makes you wonder, doesn't it? Especially with those muddy boots I saw near the alley yesterday."